j Hood - Devine lyrics

Ayo Devine drop that daddy **repeat twice** Ooh weee, lets get it poppin daddy Uh, yea, lets get it poppin mommy [Sheek Louch] Ayo the moral of the story is We all can't be gloriest Some of us still on our grind (our grind) Thats why I walk wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine) 'Fore who eva want to cross this line Devine Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man is back But n***as still don't want to get down wit the heat again You see me postin on the block, see these b**hes on my co*k Seein you jumpin out the drop, sombody light up I ain't f**in wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me You can eat from my dutch, I'mma f** 'em right up You can catch me all Nelly in the blue red dully Half crip half blood n***a west side But you can catch me in New York on stage on the block Or even visitin my n***as in the cage (lets ride) Its somethin to do, lackin the fool, packin a .2, ok n***a [Hook: 2X] Me and my n***as on our New York sh** Me and my n***as on our West Coast sh** Me and my n***as on our down South sh** Yes, Midwest, Bay area [J Hood] Lets go, uh When n***as see me in the street they be like there go double O again He got the .357 set and he 'bout to let it go again Switchin up this flow again, grindin up for that dough again Your mans in that set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him Hands up plus lip, let me see ya'll n***as bang Hit a n***a in his head make 'em come about this chain Homey I'm the best at this sh** I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on this sh** That n***as perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks We movin grindin on a new city gettin jacked s**in ain't no dick And you can show if it ain't no purp-b Our buns be color of pookey lips when they gave 'em that turkey Been a long time comin, but my time is due Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue Caught away seats in the gray CL Wit so many weight in the trunk If you don't chop it the brick scale, n***a! [Hook: 2X] [Sheek Louch] Ayo me and my young boy Remind me of my self in early days sort of like a young hoy Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St. Croix Blue water two b**hes and peep a toy But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler And the cooler got no bait for lunch meat You done f** see the morgue You ain't f**in wit me dawg Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your fawg [J Hood] Ayo I'm 'bout coastal G But I'm 'bout to east coast back where it 'pose to be D-Block got the streets in a zip lock And we bustin off 'em hammers Like we don't give a f** 'bout hip-hop So who wanna get popped, just give me the word It won't be occasion when I hit his a** wit this bird Leave his a** on the curve So you can put that yach on 'em I'mma make this drug related and leave some crack on 'em [Hook: 2X]